I’m temping with an ad agency right now. It’s been fun though not exactly a wild ride. It’s work and I’m doing it with the accounting department. I’m loving the pace I’m setting and enjoy the stacks that slowly fade away throughout the day.
One of the many perks is one of the many kitchenettes where I stop for coffee, tea, cocoa, and juice with fresh fruit and popcorn breaks. It’s a dog friendly office so there are breaks for walks with friendly barks, the tap of nailed paws kissing concrete, the dog moms speaking motherese to their pups (wait here while mommy grabs my lunch) … There’s the sounds of ping pong tables getting pelted with plastic balls as they’re hit with paddles and guided through laughter, and basketballs hitting the backboard with a squeak of tennis shoes on polished wood.
In the bustle and push of everyone getting it done, we’re consistently invited to slow it down and be intentional with the moments we take to care for ourselves. I’ve noticed more often than not, a solid rush to grab coffee and go. There’s a self directed push. I hear, “excuse me, am I in your way?” as if any one person could be valued less than the next in the spaces we occupy.
Tables and couches or chairs dot the building in spaces to sit and talk and breathe. There are offices and conference tables and long tables without partitions. We are invited to communicate and engage while we share and learn.
I step back and let the rush flow around me. I smile in kindness and offer quiet when the sounds crashing in the heads of others force a staccato completion of each task. I fill my cup and smell the aromas I’m brewing. I hold the warmth and allow time to pace my sip and save the scald for those who will not wait, those who see their time as a borrowed commodity for a company that invests so much for a workforce to slow down.